"Isabel? Isabel, wake up! I asked if you needed help carrying the fruit. Are you all right? Isabel?" Claire's concerned voice finally snapped Isabel o...t of her thoughtful trance."Claire... Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't hear you my mind was someplace else," she lowered her head, vainly trying to hide the blush that colored her features.Claire watched the girl's dark eyes until she hung her head and shrugged. Then she brushed a strand of errant hair from the fruit laden girls face before saying, "And. I looked around for a bank when I saw there was a sticker saying ATM Inside on the Makoto window. I was not really sure I should use it, but there was nothing else close that I could see. I didn't want to get lost in DC looking to get money. There wasn't any need to worry. As I reached my card toward the card slot, it come up with a PIN screen. I pressed four random numbers and was given a screen with the ATM options I saw when my parents used an ATM at their bank.Just out of curiosity I hit. They lay satiated side by side, gazing intently into each other's eyes (all four of them, now not rolling upwards) communicating profound inner truths without so much as a word… they had come a long way since the first time she had entered the Rumpo Room… The Rumpo RoomAlexandra had been full of trepidation the first time Conan had taken her to the Rumpo Room. They had driven there in near silence in Conan’s top of the range Nissan Micra. It was located in an erstwhile retail unit in a largely. She had an old guitar in her hand and waved it at me. I wandered back and snatched it out of her hands. I have perfect pitch so I spent a couple of minutes bringing it into tune. New strings would not be amiss but it is what it is. Even with the old strings it sounded great ... smelled good too.I could read the label through the f hole Weymann Flat-Top F-Hole Deluxe Model Acoustic Guitar (1928), made in Philadelphia. I spent a little time admiring the natural varnish finish, 100% heavy curl.